The road to Dhulikhel winds gently out of Kathmandu, passing through the heritage city of Bhaktapur, where red-brick facades and carved wooden windows glint in the morning sun. Their intricate beauty tempted me to stop, but the hills ahead were calling. The day had already started with a touch of magic—I had run into Tom Hiddleston in Kathmandu that morning—and the idea of a few quiet days in the mountains felt like the perfect continuation of that dream.





